Olivia's POV
As Stacy waved goodbye and disappeared around the corner, I settled back into my seat at the cafe. The place had quieted, with only a few stragglers nursing their coffees and tapping away on laptops. I glanced at my watch - 6:44 PM. Logan would be here soon.
I fiddled with my phone, scrolling through social media without seeing anything. My mind was a whirlwind, replaying Christopher's words over and over. "What do you want, Olivia?" The question echoed in my head, mocking me.
What did I want? Hell, if I knew. I wanted a starring role. I wanted financial stability. I wanted to stop worrying about whether I could afford rent and groceries this month. And yeah, I wanted Christopher. But did I want to be his sugar baby?
The term made me cringe a little. It felt so..
